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Her
Her
Was it In her or Just her? It was magic.
Dark and tragic
Or bright just about right?
She saw the rainbows fade away;
She saw the sun lose its day.
She saw the trees hunt for shade
And hide its face;
Behind the clouds
Also deep within the lakes.
She cried aloud
When the mountain moved to Mohammed
At the brink when love finally surrendered.
Was it In her or Just her? It was magic.
Dark and tragic
Or bright just about right?
Was she queer by day and sly by night?
Was she here to slay or be’d?
She was a personification,
A metaphor, alas, without meaning.
She lacked in her what she found around.
She tasted what went missing but
Never was it to be found.
She was a portrait of the puzzle itself
Somehow that gave meani
ng
And somewhere that let her be herself.
Was it In her or Just her? It was magic.
Dark and tragic
Or bright just about right?
She wasn’t in a rush
Wasn’t in a queue
She was in solace, in awe
For she was looking around
what she had lost in a few.
She said there wasn’t time,
For she was told.
Looking around in neglect and thirst,
She forgot what was on hold.
She craved what was hidden inside her
She caved when someone stood beside her.
She longed for a company-
Honestly, maybe her own.
Weighing upon her
The world looking down upon;
False pressure was her companion
And societal norms her add-on.
Was it In her or Just her? It was magic.
Dark and tragic
Or bright just about right?
